42

sadece ve sadece kırk iki.
edit: başımıza kalmış bir entry.

(bkz: soruya soruyla karşılık verme)
(bkz: kızmış anne söylevleri)

(bkz: konya)

(bkz: cevabi biliyorum da soru neydi)
(bkz: the hitchhiker s guide to the galaxy)

(bkz: the ultimate question)

hayatin anlamıymış demek ki neymiş hayatin bir anlami yok...

şeftalinin TS* numarası

otostopçunun galaksi rehberi'ne göre evren'in sırrı 42'dir. Yani o meşhur sorunun cevabı...Bilgisayar milyonlarca yıl düşünerek bu cevabı bulmuştur ancak soruyu bilemez.

konya'nın plaka kodu.

19 ekim 2006 ankara iftar yapıyoruz zirvesinde katılımcı sayısının ulaştığı rakam. daha nice 42'lere *

(bkz: göz yaşartan sayılar)

hayrete düşüren bir sayıdır. bu kadar insanı ankara gibi istanbuldan daha küçük bir yerde bir araya toplamak yetenek işidir.
(bkz: helal olsun organizatörlere)

dallas mavericks'in guardı jerry stackhouse'ın forma numarası

hayat, evren ve herşeye dair mutlak sorunun cevabı. hitchhikers guide to galaxy kitabının 27. bölümünde geçer:

--spoiler--
chapter 27

slartibartfast's study was a total mess, like the results of an
explosion in a public library. the old man frowned as they
stepped in.

"terribly unfortunate," he said, "a diode blew in one of the
life-support computers. when we tried to revive our cleaning
staff we discovered they'd been dead for nearly thirty thousand
years. who's going to clear away the bodies, that's what i want
to know. look why don't you sit yourself down over there and let
me plug you in?"

he gestured arthur towards a chair which looked as if it had been
made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus.

"it was made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus," explained the
old man as he pottered about fishing bits of wire out from under
tottering piles of paper and drawing instruments. "here," he
said, "hold these," and passed a couple of stripped wire end to
arthur.

the instant he took hold of them a bird flew straight through
him.

he was suspended in mid-air and totally invisible to himself.
beneath him was a pretty treelined city square, and all around it
as far as the eye could see were white concrete buildings of airy
spacious design but somewhat the worse for wear - many were
cracked and stained with rain. today however the sun was shining,
a fresh breeze danced lightly through the trees, and the odd
sensation that all the buildings were quietly humming was
probably caused by the fact that the square and all the streets
around it were thronged with cheerful excited people. somewhere a
band was playing, brightly coloured flags were fluttering in the
breeze and the spirit of carnival was in the air.

arthur felt extraordinarily lonely stuck up in the air above it
all without so much as a body to his name, but before he had time
to reflect on this a voice rang out across the square and called
for everyone's attention.

a man standing on a brightly dressed dais before the building
which clearly dominated the square was addressing the crowd over
a tannoy.

"o people waiting in the shadow of deep thought!" he cried out.
"honoured descendants of vroomfondel and majikthise, the greatest
and most truly interesting pundits the universe has ever known
the time of waiting is over!"

wild cheers broke out amongst the crowd. flags, streamers and
wolf whistles sailed through the air. the narrower streets looked
rather like centipedes rolled over on their backs and frantically
waving their legs in the air.

"seven and a half million years our race has waited for this
great and hopefully enlightening day!" cried the cheer leader.
"the day of the answer!"

hurrahs burst from the ecstatic crowd.

"never again," cried the man, "never again will we wake up in the
morning and think who am i? what is my purpose in life? does it
really, cosmically speaking, matter if i don't get up and go to
work? for today we will finally learn once and for all the plain
and simple answer to all these nagging little problems of life,
the universe and everything!"

as the crowd erupted once again, arthur found himself gliding
through the air and down towards one of the large stately windows
on the first floor of the building behind the dais from which the
speaker was addressing the crowd.

he experienced a moment's panic as he sailed straight through
towards the window, which passed when a second or so later he
found he had gone right through the solid glass without
apparently touching it.

no one in the room remarked on his peculiar arrival, which is
hardly surprising as he wasn't there. he began to realize that
the whole experience was merely a recorded projection which
knocked six-track seventy-millimetre into a cocked hat.

the room was much as slartibartfast had described it. in seven
and a half million years it had been well looked after and
cleaned regularly every century or so. the ultramahagony desk was
worn at the edges, the carpet a little faded now, but the large
computer terminal sat in sparkling glory on the desk's leather
top, as bright as if it had been constructed yesterday.

two severely dressed men sat respectfully before the terminal and
waited.

"the time is nearly upon us," said one, and arthur was surprised
to see a word suddenly materialize in thin air just by the man's
neck. the word was loonquawl, and it flashed a couple of times
and the disappeared again. before arthur was able to assimilate
this the other man spoke and the word phouchg appeared by his
neck.

"seventy-five thousand generations ago, our ancestors set this
program in motion," the second man said, "and in all that time we
will be the first to hear the computer speak."

"an awesome prospect, phouchg," agreed the first man, and arthur
suddenly realized that he was watching a recording with
subtitles.

"we are the ones who will hear," said phouchg, "the answer to the
great question of life ...!"

"the universe ...!" said loonquawl.

"and everything ...!"

"shhh," said loonquawl with a slight gesture, "i think deep
thought is preparing to speak!"

there was a moment's expectant pause whilst panels slowly came to
life on the front of the console. lights flashed on and off
experimentally and settled down into a businesslike pattern. a
soft low hum came from the communication channel.

"good morning," said deep thought at last.

"er ... good morning, o deep thought," said loonquawl nervously,
"do you have ... er, that is ..."

"an answer for you?" interrupted deep thought majestically. "yes.
i have."

the two men shivered with expectancy. their waiting had not been
in vain.

"there really is one?" breathed phouchg.

"there really is one," confirmed deep thought.

"to everything? to the great question of life, the universe and
everything?"

"yes."

both of the men had been trained for this moment, their lives had
been a preparation for it, they had been selected at birth as
those who would witness the answer, but even so they found
themselves gasping and squirming like excited children.

"and you're ready to give it to us?" urged loonquawl.

"i am."

"now?"

"now," said deep thought.

they both licked their dry lips.

"though i don't think," added deep thought, "that you're going to
like it."

"doesn't matter!" said phouchg. "we must know it! now!"

"now?" inquired deep thought.

"yes! now ..."

"alright," said the computer and settled into silence again. the
two men fidgeted. the tension was unbearable.

"you're really not going to like it," observed deep thought.

"tell us!"

"alright," said deep thought. "the answer to the great question
"

"yes ...!"

"of life, the universe and everything ..." said deep thought.

"yes ...!"

"is ..." said deep thought, and paused.

"yes ...!"

"is ..."

"yes ...!!!...?"

"forty-two," said deep thought, with infinite majesty and calm.
--spoiler--

Google'da aratıttığınızda ilk çıkan madde The answer to life the universe and everything olmaktadır.

(bkz: bana 42 den tavsan yapabilir misin)

önsevişme,sevişme,sigara sonrasında bile hala boşalamamış olma durumudur.

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şimdi sevenleri kusura bakmasın ama hayatımda gördüğün en dandik sayı. anlamsız bir sayı yani. yaş olsa, 42 yaşın hiçbir anlamı yok. mesela 18 öyle değil, 35 öyle değil, 70 değil. 42 milyon olsa, para cinsinden. dandik bir para. iki kağıt para ve en az iki madeni paradan oluşuyor. üstüne 8 milyon daha koy, rahat rahat taşı cebinde. deste desen değil, düzine desen değil. yani, matematikçiler birliği toplansa, biz 42'nin kaydını sildik artık böyle bir sayı olmayacak dese, hiç karşı çıkmam.

Douglas Adams ın Otostopçunun galaksi rehberi'ne göre hayatın, evrenin, her şeyin cevabıdır. Bu nu dünyanın gelmiş geçmiş gelecek en akıllı 2. bilgisayarı bin yıllarca düşünerek bulmuştur fakat onun bile hayatın evrenin ve her şeyin sorusunu bulacak zekası yoktur ve o bu soruyu bulacak bilgisayarı tasarlar.
google hesap makinasına göre de bu böyle. ingilizce olarak sorun google hesap makinesi küt diye 42 diyor.

henüz tanımlanmamış bi duyguya ad hem de.
hani vardır ya mutluluk, ama değil bilinen normal mutluluk. şu aşık olunduğunda yaşanan cinsten... daha düşük ihtimalle; hüznün süslediği, gözyaşını, bulutları ama heyecanı ve en kocaman sevgi balonlarını içeren bi kutunun anahtarı. kutu ki bi yumurta hücresi, eşini bekleyen, büyümeyi... büyümeyi, kalpte atmayı, beyinde hatırlanmayı, elde dokunulmayı, dudakta öpülmeyi bekleyen; bekler, bekledi ve kaldı, geçti.
kalan yine 40iki oldu. hiç yaşanmamışçasına, tekrardan bulunmayı bekledi o, bekler.

o; içini kıpır kıpır eden, yaşayıp da sevdiğin tüm duyguları bir anda yeşerten, ruhunun dipsiz kuyularında dahi... sadece iyilikle değil,
kötülük
acı
nefret
ile de beslenen;
kutunun eski havasını yaratan biraz da, tozunu biriktiren...
anlaşılsın diye değeri, içindekilerin,
40ikinin.

kolay olmaz o yüzden, bulmak anahtarı duyguları tam kıvamında yakalamadan.
bilmeden acıyı, hüznü, nefreti,
aşkı...
kolay değildir onun aşırı sevgisine de dayanmak, yürek ister.

ve bir buldun mu da hep senin diye de bir şey yok. saklambaç oynamayı sever.
kimi zaman bir şahsın canlandırdığı ebe rolüne, bazen geçmişten ziyarete gelen anılar, bazen de karma düşünceler geçer.
o geldi mi tüm duyguların başına geçer.
aynı anda hem sevinmek hem üzülmek değildir gerçekleşen
40ikidir başa gelen... * * *

Hayatın anlamıdır. Sorusu ile belirsizliğini koruduğundan en mantıklı uyduruk soru; bir insanın hayatta kaç yoldan geçmesi gerektiğidir.

41 ile 43 arasında kalmış olan sayı.

coldplay'den 3 dakika 57 saniyelik ziyafet.viva la vida or death and all his friends'den.

Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well
Oh..

Time is so short and I'm sure
There must be something more

Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living my head oh..
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well oh...

Time is so short and I'm sure
There must be something more

You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close

You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close
You didn't get to heaven but you oh oh
Oh oh...

Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living my head
Oh..

1 dakika 28. saniyeden itibaren will champion'un uçtuğu, uçurduğu coldplay şarkısı.